The Honeysuckle in our woods is blooming. The bushes are not really healthy, but they bloom every year. We have some behind the house, and some down by the creek in front of the house.
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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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